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Jfttber  fieptgon 
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Robert  Otoen 


Published  by 
A.  C.  VROMAN,  IHC. 

PASADENA,  CALIFORNIA 


COPYRIGHT  1917 

BY  MRS.  ROBERT  O.   FOSTER 

MINNEAPOLIS 


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Deptgon 


Grand,  majestic  river,  sweeping 
From  the  north  in  beauty's  keeping, 

Listen  to  my  simple  song. 
It  will  tell  the  love  I  bear  thee; 
Tell  the  lesson  thou  hast  taught  me, 

Tell  thy  courage,  wondrous  strong. 

O'er  the  rocks  thy  voice  is  tragic, 
Deep  and  thund'rous;  and  its  magic 

Awes,  inspires,  puts  fear  to  rout; 
Though  at  this  thou  dost  not  worry, 
But,  emerged  from  foam  and  flurry 

Soon  again  dost  laugh  and  shout. 

Obstacles  of  huge  dimension 
Fill  thy  pathway  with  pretension, 

Stern  with  strife  and  dark  dismay. 
Yet  by  this  thou  art  the  gainer; 
For  it  shows  thy  dimples  plainer 

All  along  thy  sparkling  way. 

Now  and  then,  thy  spirit  slumbers; 
Lo!  thy  charms  in  countless  numbers 

Weave  their  soothing  spell  o'er  life; 
Sweet  contentment  comes  a-stealing 
O'er  thy  face,  so  fair,  revealing 

Perfect  peace,  no  trace  of  strife. 


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There  is  something  in  thy  dashing, 
Dancing  waters,  ever  splashing, 

That  suggests  eternal  Spring. 
They  keep  shouting,  bounding,  leaping, 
While  time,  centuries,  is  reaping, 

Still  the  same  glad  song  they  sing. 

Grand  old  river,  how  I  love  theel 
How  I  love  thy  joyous  medley 

Bursting  forth  in  happy  song! 
It  brings  peace  in  generous  measure; 
Brings  back  boyhood's  spring  of  pleasure 

When  the  days  were  young  and  long. 

Thy  glad  anthem  will  be  ringing 
In  man's  heart  forever,  bringing 

Aspirations  pure  and  high; 
Ages  hence  as  he  shall  wander 
On  thy  banks,  he'll  muse  and  ponder 

O'er  thy  grandeur,  same  as  I. 


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By  the  river's  rushing  waters, 
Flowing  grandly  to  the  sea, 

I  hear  voices  calling  ever, 
Ever  calling  soft  to  me. 

Where  its  waters  break  in  tumult, 

In  its  rapids'  sullen  roar, 
In  the  thunder  of  its  whirlpools, 

I  can  hear  it  o'er  and  o'er. 

In  its  mood  of  rest  and  quiet, 
Where  its  currents  gently  flow, 

In  the  murmur  of  its  ripples, 

It  calls  "Mamie"  sweet  and  low. 

And  the  pines  along  its  margin, 
Tall,  majestic,  solemn,  grand, 

Whisper  "Mamie"  as  their  harpstrings 
Are  swept  o'er  by  God's  own  hand. 

When  the  first  bright  rays  of  morning, 
Pierce  the  East  in  golden  streams, 

Music  faint  and  rare  calls  "Mamie,"  — 
Nature  waking  from  her  dreams. 


All  day  long,  in  rhythmic  measure, 
Sings  the  river  this  sweet  lay, 

Crooning,  musing  o'er  my  secret, 
As  it  threads  its  winding  way. 

And  at  eve  the  restless  river 
Still  chants  on  the  glad  refrain, 

While  on  high,  with  smiling  favor, 
Listening  stars  in  splendor  reign. 

And  her  name  to  me  is  music, 
Sweetest  song  on  earth,  by  far, 

And  in  doubt,  in  gloom  or  sorrow, 
Is  my  hope,  my  guide,  my  star. 


'Orutf) 

About  five  hundred  thousand  years  ago, 
According  to  the  best  of  human  ken, 

On  mother  earth,  with  reason  weak  and  low, 
Appeared  the  crude,  primordial  race  of  men. 

These  early,  savage  tribes,  with  vision  small, 
Performed  their  part  in  nature's  drama  long, 

And  vied  with  each  the  other  to  inthrall, 
And  make  the  weak  a  vassal  to  the  strong. 

The  annals  of  these  warring  clans  of  men, 

Their  feuds,  their  conquests,  their  oppression 
base, 

Through  the  long  flight  of  ages,  now  as  then, 
Besmirch  the  records  of  the  human  race. 

The  master  work  of  man's  impassioned  brain, 
The  very  breath  of  genius  heaven-sent, 

Fell  prey  to  the  remorseless  thirst  for  gain, 
And  mortal  power  was  to  destruction  lent. 

The  same  relentless  wars  are  waged  today, 
On  more  inhuman  plans  than  e'er  before, 

By  leaders  of  the  highest  cultural  sway, 

For  same  ignoble  cause — the  lust  for  more. 


Too  many  false,  inconstant  faiths,  since  man, 
In  doubt  and  fear,  first  marked  time's  rapid 
flight, 

Too  little  love  of  truth  since  he  began 

His  weary  toiling  upward  through  the  night. 

To  countless,  unreal  Gods  he  knelt  in  prayer, 
While  down  the  ages  crept  his  bloody  trail, 

And  importuned  these  myths  of  earth  and  air 
To  make  his  cause  the  cause  that  should 
prevail. 

Truth  is  the  only  shrine  where  man  should  kneel 
And  swear  its  sacred  tenets  to  defend, 

'Tis  Truth,   and  Truth  alone,  that  brings  the 

weal 
That  doth  all  other  blessings  far  transcend. 

When  mankind  knows  this  adage  old,  divine, 

^  That  God  is  Truth  unto  the  very  end, 
Then  will  the  warring  nations  seek  that  shrine, 
And  lo!  in  truth  shall  man  be  man's  best 
friend. 


'Go  a  JQabp  on  )5er  Qi 


Full  four  score  years  have  come  and  gone 
Since  first  God's  sun  your  head  shone  on; 
Yet,  still  within  your  heart  reigns  June 
With  all  life's  interests  full  in  tune. 

When  duty  calls,  no  way  so  long, 
But  gladly  with  a  smile  and  song 
The  path  with  willing  feet  you  tread, 
By  God's  own  hand  securely  led. 

The  changing  years  benignly  bring 
Into  your  heart  youth's  hopeful  spring, 
That  ever  hears  through  winter's  gloom 
The  promise  of  the  rosebud's  bloom. 

A  lesson  to  us  all  you  teach, 

That  aids  our  yearning  souls  to  reach 

Those  longed-for  heights,  from  where  you  see 

Life's  real  and  true  philosophy. 


JQtflftt  of 

See!  the  Light  of  Freedom  gilds  the  land  and  sea! 
How  it  thrills  the  nations!     How  it  stirs  the  free: 
Higher,  higher  mounting,  sacred  Flame  of  Right, 
Light  earth's  darkest  corners  with  thy  radiance 
bright. 

In  the  coming  splendor  of  thy  gracious  sway 
Falsehood  and  oppression  shall  for  Truth  make  way; 
Mighty  in  thy  edict  of  just  rights  for  all, 
Mankind,  free  and  grateful,  shall  thee  savior  call. 

As  God's  sun  eternal  smiles  upon  the  rose, 
And  to  every  blossom  equal  favor  shows, 
So  brave  Light  of  Freedom  shine  for  mortals  all, 
And  with  even  measure  let  thy  blessings  fall. 


t5o  Dr.  Qbtoarb  B- 


Dear  old  friend  of  long  ago, 
Just  a  word  to  let  you  know 
That  I  still  recall  the  joys 
Which  were  yours  and  mine  as  boys. 
Oh,  those  olden,  golden  ties! 
What  a  wealth  of  promise  lies 
In  the  rapture  of  the  themes 
That  we  weave  in  youthful  dreams. 
Have  our  vows  to  make  a  name. 
That  might  justly  honors  claim, 
Been  fulfilled  ?     Is  worth  our  own  ? 
Have  we  reaped  as  we  have  sown? 

Have  we  won  or  have  we  lost? 

Ah,  the  struggle,  Ah,  the  cost 

Of  the  goal  that  now  is  ours; 

Late  and  early,  hour  by  hours, 

Day  by  days  and  year  by  years, 

Yearning,  striving,  without  tears 

Have  we  fought  to  hold  the  prize 

Once  so  dear  to  boyish  eyes. 

Yes,  we've  won;  the  vision  bright 

Takes  the  form  of  life  and  light 

Of  our  being,  rich  with  sense 

That  ours  is  ours  through  recompense. 


In  the  pride  of  manhood's  sway 
Let  us  not  forget  the  way 
Which  our  feet  have  plodded  o'er, 
Bleeding,  tired,  bruised  and  sore. 
Let  us  rather  make  this  path 
Less  exposed  to  winds  of  wrath 
That  from  Fate's  dread  caverns  creep 
And  o'er  helpless  mortals  sweep. 
Let  us  help  them  up  the  height, 
Let  us  guide  them  through  the  night 
Of  their  troubles,  to  the  dawn 
Fortune's  sun  is  smiling  on. 

Let  us  hold  with  bands  of  steel 
Every  hope  that  true  hearts  feel 
For  the  friends  of  springtime's  youth — 
Boyhood  friends  are  friends  in  truth. 
Let  us  keep  their  mem'ry  green. 
Let  no  strife  e'er  come  between, 
And  a  helping  hand  extend 
When  in  stress  they  need  a  friend. 
So,  old  chum  of  long  ago, 
Just  these  lines  to  let  you  know 
That  my  heart  still  sings  the  praise 
Of  the  friend  of  other  days. 


"I  will'*  shall  be  our  watchword; 

We  will  make  it  stronger  grow, 
As  long  as  life's  left  in  us, 

As  long  as  brave  hearts  know 
That  for  every  true  endeavor, 

That  for  every  honest  try, 
A  recompense  is  waiting 

For  the  man  of  do  or  die. 

"I  will"  we'll  keep  a-saying, 

And  repeat  it  o'er  and  o'er, 
Till  grim  determination 

Is  ours  for  evermore. 
We  will  keep  this  slogan  ringing, 

Till  its  spirit,  good  and  strong, 
Filters  into  each  life's  purpose, 

Is  a  part  of  each  heart's  song. 


"I  will  be  strong  and  manly, 

I  will  be  brave  and  true, 
I  will  make  life  worth  living, 

I  will  be  God's  true  blue." 
We  have  the  satisfaction 

Of  knowing,  soon  or  late, 
That  the  law  of  justice  ever 

Will  our  efforts  compensate. 

For  the  Hand  that  sways  the  lilies, 

"Stills  the  storms"  on  land  and  sea. 
Paints  the  colors  in  the  rainbow, 

Plants  the  flowers  on  mount  and  lea, 
Is  the  Hand  that  metes  out  justice; 

Makes  it  plain  and  clear  as  day, 
That  each  good  and  true  endeavor 

Shall  receive  in  full  its  pay. 


Federation  of  tfje 


In  war's  sky  Faith's  star  of  Freedom 
Brightly  beams  in  darkest  gloom, 

Through  the  mists  of  doubt  it  glimmers, 
Lo,  Hope's  wondrous  flowers  bloom. 

And  their  perfume  calls  to  being 
Noble  love  born  to  forgive, 

Thrilling  hearts  with  lofty  promise, 
That  the  Truth  at  last  shall  live. 

Now  the  nations  clash  in  fury, 
And  forget,  as  common  clan, 

That  as  comrades,  they  should  labor 
For  the  brotherhood  of  man. 

See!  they  trample  Truth  and  Reason 
In  the  dust  before  God's  throne, 

All-forgetful  that  tomorrow 

For  their  deeds  they  must  atone. 

Blindly  led  by  superstition, 
Cringing  to  a  doubtful  creed, 

Can  there  be  but  little  wonder 

They  are  drunk  with  spoil  and  greed? 


All  progression  in  creation 

Has  been  wrought  in  travail  sore, 
Nature  labored,  and  the  mountain 

Grand,  majestic,  lofty,  bore. 

Man  into  this  world  of  beauty 

Came  in  childbirth's  stress  and  pain- 
Birth  of  Universal  Freedom 

Must  be  fraught  with  Spartan  strain. 

The  democracy  of  nations, 

Mankind's  common  weal  for  all 

Will  arise  from  out  wars'  carnage, 
Truth  shall  Peace  and  Love  install. 

Truth,  supreme  and  universal, 

Rising  clear  man's  doubt  above, 
Shall  tell  sordid  sons  of  battle 

To  remember,  "God  is  Love." 

Truth  and  Love  at  last  will  triumph, 
And  their  Banners  be  unfurled 

Over  one  united  people, 
Federation  of  the  world. 


In  sparkling  water,  pure  and  clear, 
I  drink  thy  health,  my  love,  my  dear, 
A  symbol  of  my  love  for  thee 
And  for  thy  maiden  purity. 

While  other  friends  may  drink  to  thee 
In  mellow  wines  from  o'er  the  sea, 
I  choose  the  drink  that  makes  the  dew. 
The  dew,  like  thee,  so  pure  and  true. 


Queen  of  >X7alMn=I5etm 

Where  the  brightest  flowers  blossom, 
And  the  birds'  sweet  voices  chime 

With  the  waves  soft,  rhythmic  singing, 
Lives  the  Queen  of  Wabun-Heim. 

She  is  queen  to  all  who  know  her, 
And  she  rules  with  magic  sway 

By  the  beauty  of  her  presence 
And  her  gentle,  winning  way. 

May  her  reign  be  true  and  noble, 

Filling  hearts  with  thoughts  sublime; 

May  her  name  be  long  remembered, 
Mamie,  Queen  of  Wabun-Heim. 


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There's  a  dear,  little  street 

In  a  fair,  distant  land, 
Nestling  close  at  whose  feet 

Sings  the  old  ocean  grand. 
And  the  song  that  it  sings. 

Dreamy  lore  from  the  west, 
To  the  heart  sweetly  brings 

Soothing  sleep,  peace,  and  rest. 

And  the  soft,  balmy  air, 

And  the  lilt  of  the  song 
O'er  wave-kissed  Paloma 

Hover  day  and  night  long. 
Lo,  a  charm  from  this  street 

Thrills  to  life  mem'ries  blest; 
O'er  the  miles  visions  fleet 

Of  the  ones  I  love  best: 


Of  brave  lads,  all  replete 

With  the  hope  of  life's  morn, 
And  a  lass,  pure  and  sweet 

As  the  rose  newly  born. 
There's  a  face  in  this  dream, 

Bright  with  earth's  noblest  love; 
'Tis  the  grand,  mother-theme 

Handed  down  from  above. 

With  this  light  in  her  eyes, 

And  the  bairns  by  her  side, 
She  can  see  where  hope  lies 

Over  God's  great  divide. 
So,  shall  love  lead  my  feet 

To  the  true  mother,  fair, 
To  the  dear,  little  street, — 

Lo,  she  waits  for  me  there. 


On  Dife'i  0ea 

Softly  blow,  fair  winds  of  Heaven! 

Baby's  bark  is  on  Life's  sea; 
Outward  bound  the  tiny  voyager 

Trusts  implicitly  in  Thee. 

Rock  the  snowy  sail  with  zephyrs, 

Fresh  from  morning's  hopeful  dawn; 

Whisper  to  it,  breathing  promise 
Of  bright  skies,  fair  days  unborn. 

With  caresses  soft  and  balmy 

Waft  this  precious  bark,  so  dear, 

Over  waters  ever  sun-kissed, 

Where  no  storms  are  ever  near. 

Guide  it  over  smiling  billows, 
And,  as  stars  set  watch  above, 

Land  it  safely  in  the  harbor 

Of  Contentment,  Peace  and  Love. 


Little  boy  with  eyes  of  brown, 
June's  the  month  you  came  to  town; 
June,  when  nature's  smile,  so  rife, 
Wooes  the  roses  back  to  life. 

Keep  your  June-day  smile  alway, 
It  will  help  you,  night  and  day, 
To  smooth  out  life's  wrinkles  deep, 
Help  you  climb  the  mountain  steep. 

Little  Kenneth,  child  of  joy, 
As  you  journey  from  a  boy 
To  your  goal,  o'er  all  the  miles, 
Keep,  Oh  keep,  your  sunny  smiles. 

Take  a  leaf  from  nature's  book; 
Note  her  wisdom;  cast  a  look 
At  the  logic  of  her  ways; 
She  has  bright  and  rainy  days. 

When  she  weeps  her  tears  bring  cheer 
To  the  thirsty  millions  here; 
Now  she  smiles,  Lo  I  wonders  grand 
Spring  to  life  o'er  all  the  land, 

There  will  be,  my  Kenneth  true, 
Bright  and  rainy  days  for  you; 
Keep  your  smile;  its  sunshine  bright 
Shall  turn  to  day  the  darkest  night. 


There's  a  name  that's  sweeter  far, 
Sweeter  than  the  evening  star 
When  it  lends  its  radiance  bright 
To  the  wiles  of  witching  night; 
Or  the  lark  in  shadowy  vale, 
Or  the  song  of  nightingale; 
Or  the  first  faint  blush  of  dawn 
Making  love  to  June  day's  morn 
As  the  drowsy,  dewy  rose 
O'er  the  air  its  perfume  throws. 

Oh!  that  name  of  names,  so  dear, 
Would  ye  know  it?     Would  ye  hear 
How  I  came  to  love  it  well? 
Here's  the  secret  I  will  tell; 
Mary  is  my  pride,  my  dream, 
And  to  me  all  others  seem 
Not  so  sweet,  by  many  a  mile, 
No  such  dimples,  no  such  smile, 
No  such  eyes  of  wondrous  brown 
In  whose  depths  all  troubles  drown, 
No  such  hair  of  wavy  curl, — 
Mary's  daddy's  little  girl. 


Here's  to  Owen  Otto  Swahn, 

Mama's  darling  boy, 
Let  us  drink  a  brimming  cup, 

Running  o'er  with  joy. 

I  can  hear  Dame  Fortune  call, 
Calling  soft  and  sweet, 

Telling  of  the  wondrous  paths, 
Best  for  baby's  feet. 

And  her  call  with  hope  is  thrilled, 

For  1  know  she  hears 
Voices  of  admiring  friends, 

Through  the  coming  years, 

Telling  of  his  noble  deeds, 
Almost  from  life's  dawn, 

Honors  won,  fame  achieved  by 
Owen  Otto  Swahn. 


Out  Qountrp  Qaite! 

Our  country  calls!     Awake!     Arise! 
Ye  sons  of  liberty, 

And  gather  'round  the  Stars  and  Stripes 
The  emblem  of  the  free. 

Our  country  calls!     O  native  sons, 
Born  under  skies  so  fair, 
The  skies  wherein  Old  Glory  reigns, 
Help  thou  to  keep  it  there. 

Our  country  calls!     O  aliens  true, 
Ye  sons  of  other  climes, 
Who  live  beneath  our  starry  flag, 
Make  it  thy  flag  betimes. 

Our  country  calls!     O  neutrals  fair, 
Who  claim  just  rights  for  all, 
Thy  sense  of  fairness  now  should  be 
To  heed  the  nation's  call. 

Our  country  calls!     'Tis  freedom's  cry 
That  rings  from  o'er  the  sea, 
Her  clarion  voice  around  the  earth 
Proclaims  Man  Shall  Be  Free. 

From  far  and  near,  from  hill  and  dale, 
From  palace,  hut  and  hall, 
Ye  sons  of  freemen,  Hark!  To  arms! 
It  is  Our  Country's  Call. 


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